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The Sanctuary of Light
To say that Harry was surprised by the letter was an understatement. The fact that he now was a legal adult and the fact that he was Lord of both the Black and Potter families was a lot to handle.
'I wonder what Ron is going to say when he finds out about this,' thought Harry.
It was then that his attention went back to the ring on his right hand. 'The power to control light. I wonder how this works.'
Experimentally, Harry focused on the ring, trying to get it to let out white light. Nothing happened for several moments until finally, a faint white light began to emit from the sunstone. Startled by the light, Harry lost control and watched in shock as the sunstone flashed a deep crimson, letting loose a bolt of pure light that smote into the wall, leaving a large singe mark. With a determined expression crossing his face, Harry sat down to work on producing light from the sunstone.
Several hours later…
Harry had worked on summoning white light from the sunstone for at least four hours and was now able to mimic a muggle flashlight at will. All the work had tired him out, even though he had slept through most of the day, so he decided to lay down and go to sleep after finally mastering at least simple control on the sunstone.
Once again Harry found himself on the shore of the crescent shaped island.
"Welcome back, Young One. I see that you are making progress with the sunstone," said Isilaena with a smile on her face.
"It's completely different than any other magic that I have ever tried," replied Harry. "Is there anyone else that can help tutor me with the sunstone?"
"I am afraid not, Young One. The last person to be able to control the sunstones was your ancestor, Godric Gryffindor, and he was barely able to at that. No, there s no one that can help you learn this art, you must learn it yourself. But I will aid you in this. When you wake up, you will find a book that will help you learn how to use a sunstone."
"Thank you, for everything. It was you that tipped off the goblins, right?" asked Harry in reply.
"Yes, but I am not done yet. In order for you to use your power to the fullest extent your body must be brought to a level at which it can handle the power. Therefore, I will bestow upon you another gift, one that you will find, along with the book, when you awaken."
"Why are you helping me so much? What did I do to deserve all of this?" asked Harry, suddenly confused.
"It is my duty, as Avatar of Luna, to help guide the Champion of Light to his greatest potential. I will be here every night, to help you in your studies. We do not have long to get you ready for what is to come," answered Isilaena.
"What do you mean Champion of Light? I am just Harry, there is nothing special about me!"
"Harry, everything about you is special. Do you really believe that it was your mother's love alone that protected you that night that Voldemort decided to kill you? Was it nothing when you found the Sorcerer's Stone and fought off a man that was much more experienced than you? Was it merely luck that you killed a basilisk and destroyed a powerful dark abject? Did you, or did you not, master a spell at thirteen that few could do at forty, and then use it save the life of your godfather against over a hundred dementors? Was it not this last school year that you fought and won in a duel against a resurrected Voldemort?" demanded Isilaena.
"But Cedric died. I couldn't stop them from killing him. It's my fault that he died, and my fault that my mother and father died!" retorted Harry.
"Are you to be God then, to be able to push back Death's embrace for those you love? Are you to be omniscient, to know everything as well as to be omnipresent? Harry, they died, but it wasn't your fault. Voldemort is to blame for these deaths, not you. His list of grievances against the world is ever growing. And you are special, Harry. The fact that you kept your heart so pure of the touch of darkness, even in the shadow of all that you have had to overcome in your life testifies to the purity of your soul. You earned what is to come."
With that, the island began to fade, and Harry began to wake from the dream.
When Harry woke up, it wasn't to the normal blurriness that came when he wasn't wearing his glasses. It was to a perfectly sharp world that his glasses couldn't even provide for him.
Confused, Harry got up and went to look in a small mirror and was shocked by what he saw. It seemed that Isilaena had done something to him that brought out his mother in him as well as changed his body completely. His once unruly black hair had lengthened to shoulder length and had become tame, falling perfectly into place. His face seemed finer, more elegant, with higher cheekbones and a calmer expression. His bode, once weak and scrawny, was now that of a powerful teenager, his muscles perfectly defined. All in all, he looked good.
When he looked over at the desk, he found a thick book sitting there. It seemed incredibly old and had a several small sunstones embossing its spine. Quietly, Harry sat down and began to read, starting his mastery of the magiks of light.
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